More from Thomas Moore

  1. But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
  2. 'Tis the last rose of Summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone.
  3. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow and fleet in my arms, Like fa…
  4. The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone In the ranks of death you will find him His father's sword he hath girded on And his wild harp slung be…
  5. Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.
  6. And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
  7. The harp that once through Tara's Hall The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's wall As if that soul were fled.
  8. You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

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